Solangelo Oneshots

Love Doctor?

Nico's Point Of View
(Italics are spoken in Italian)

It was my second day in the infirmary. I could hear voices speaking in Italian. I knew Apollo children could speak the language.
"I can understand why Will likes him. He's really cute."

So Will did like guys. That's good news. But he liked someone already, and that's totally okay. I don't like him either. That's what I tried to tell myself, anyway. When I was honest with myself, I knew I did like him. A lot.

"Yeah. He is the cutest boy I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of cute people."

I wanted to date Will, but at least no one called me cute. I'm not cute. Still, I wondered who they were talking about. Maybe Jason.

"He knew about both camps before anyone else." They must be confused. Jason wasn't the first. The gods were first, then me. It wasn't exactly something to brag about. "Hey, I knew about the Romans. I totally left you in the dark! Love me!" That would be weird.

"Oh," An Apollo girl was looking at me ,"Nico, glad you're awake. I'm Kayla. Do you need anything?"

"No thanks."

"You two are right. He's incredibly hot. What do you think?" I was about to ask what she was talking about. I realized that they didn't know I was from Italy. She wasn't talking to me.

Will walked in with his beautiful freckled face and eyes as blue as an eternal ocean of joy. What I wouldn't give to stare at those eyes for hours.

"These walls are thin, guys. I can hear you all the way down the hall. Do you want him to find out I like him?"

Kayla shook her head. "It's not like Nico can understand us."

Me? Will liked me? I smiled.
Will looked upset. "But what if he could? Anyway, Kayla, I'd love to talk about crushes with you, but I have to give a check-up."

Kayla smirked, "Goodbye, Love-Doctor."

Will turned to me and smiled.
"Hey, Deathboy."
"Don't call me Deathboy."
"Okay, fine. Instead I will call you..."

How about boyfriend, I thought.

"Spooks! Perfect! Now take off your shirt so I can check your werewolf scratches."

I blushed and took off my shirt. He took my temperature and heartbeat. It was faster than usual.  I wonder why? It couldn't be that a cute boy was looking at me without a shirt.
Will spoke, snapping me out of my trance, "Your scratches are healing really well. They'll be gone in a few weeks. You can leave tomorrow morning."

I was glad to leave the infirmary, but it meant I wouldn't be able to see Will as often. I had put my shirt back on and was about to leave.

"And," Will added nervously ,"Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

I decided to mess with him. "Sure, Mr. Love-doctor. That would be great."

Will became awfully embarrassed, turning pink and looking sheepish. "You heard all that?"

"Yes. I lived in Italy for years before I came here, Will. But your siblings' chatter was rather cute. I hope they weren't lying about how much you like me."

Will grinned, "They weren't. I really like you a lot."